Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Yaz,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Ronan,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.